As soon as I finish reading Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. 
Listen up, y’all. I must admit, I enjoyed Twilight and New Moon (the books). I enjoy them in the way that I enjoyed watching Saved by the Bell and 10 years of Beverly Hills, 90210. I know there’s absolutely no redeeming value in them, and having been an English Major in college, schooled in Thackeray, the Bronte Sisters, Faulkner, and etc., I know that these books are poorly written. I mean, REALLY poorly written. Every time I read the words “Bella frowned sleepily” I want to stab my own self in the neck. Adverb soup is a crime people. Stephen King, who hates Twilight, by the way, taught me that. (If you haven’t read his book On Writing, do it. Do it now.)
Nonetheless, I zoomed through the first two books in a couple days. Sue me. I read some crappy ass books, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I read almost every Sweet Valley High book known to womankind back when I was a teenager. Dude, Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield? Right the fuck on. Bruce Patman and his Porsche? Humunuh humunuh. Remember when Elizabeth became the bad twin and banged Bruce Patman much to Todd Wilkins’ horror? Ohhhhh yeahhh. I’m a sucker for a crappily written book that has some abjectly stupid romance story. I used to read Harlequin romance novels when I was in high school. Yeah, that’s right. I read that shit. I’m sort of a sap at heart. (Don’t tell anyone! Well, except the entire interwebz.)
So I recognize that Twilight sucks from a literary standpoint. But I still like the books. But for the love of Cruise, this vampire shit has got to stop before I burn this motherfucker down.








